7 comments/ 70408 views/ 15 favorites A Tale of Gassy Lesbians Ch. 01 By: Ubiquitous101 Hope you enjoy the story. Look forward to comments. Thanks in advance. A Tale of Gassy Lesbians: The cheerleader (Amy) and the teacher (Veronica) were alone in the classroom. Amy was easily the worst student in the classroom, both in grades and behavior. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad, and part of the most insufferable group of preps in her high school's history. They couldn't be controlled, and they had absolutely no interest in higher learning. The only reason they were getting away with it is because their parents were all very well-connected. Thus the members of the cheerleading squad could get away with anything they wanted to. Veronica had requested that they meet after school to discuss things. She was fairly young, chubby in build, awkward-looking feature wise, with somewhat oversized glasses and a bookworm's face. She hardly seemed intimidating, with her wide eyes, fresh face, and timid manner. The only thing that didn't go with Veronica's general manner was the noticeable muscles on her arms and legs. The anxious, perpetually nervous teacher didn't seem the type to possess that kind of strength. But then again, few people knew of her past....when Veronica was younger, she wasn't nearly as nice. "Young lady, your behavior is inexcusable. Repeatedly you have disrupted class, and impeded the learning process. How can I teach if you keep goofing off?" "You can't, not that it is my problem. My daddy will never allow me to get into trouble. You're just an ugly person wasting her breath, and my time. Why don't you just piss off and accept that there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop me from doing whatever the hell I want, bitch." Amy went on, "You think you can lecture me, you stupid fuck? The only reason you're a teacher is because you were too damned ugly to become an important person, like a pop singer. You lecturing me...is like a joke, a cosmic accident. I think people like you are a mistake, all the ugly people should just be hidden away from sight." Veronica didn't look angry; she just smiled tightly, "I see." Veronica thought back on the past, how she had been a much more vicious person in her youth. She'd been quite the schoolyard bully, until she fell in love with another woman. Over the course of that romance she had been taught many things, including a love for teaching. Veronica considered herself a reformed woman; she had almost completely reinvented herself. Her new persona was modeled after the woman who had used to be her girlfriend. Veronica enjoyed teaching, but right now her older self was starting to reappear. Veronica had been having trouble restraining her old habits, such as dabbling in certain spells. Just a little hobby of hers. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. Amy suddenly heard her teacher speaking some nonsense phrases. "What the hell are you doing now? Have you suddenly forgotten how to speak English? Not surprising, you look stupid enough to forget your own language." Veronica spoke up firmly, "I have had enough of your insolence. You will learn some respect, you stupid spoiled slut. You think you are so much better than me; it's only fitting that you should wind up degrading yourself. And I have a pretty good idea how. I'm going to make you a slave to a bodily substance you would normally not be attracted to, make you need it so much that you will do whatever I say to smell it all the time." At that moment, Veronica let loose an extremely loud fart that echoed throughout the room. Amy was astonished by this blatant act. She was going to tell this bitch what for once and for all. She most certainly did not have to tolerate any more of this. Instead, Amy signed wistfully, "That smells lovely." Amy's jaw dropped, her eyes widened. "What did I just say?" she thought. A woman just farted in front of her; she shouldn't be turned on by this! But she was....her panties had suddenly become saturated with her juices. Veronica smiled naughtily, "Why thank you, young lady. Do you really like it? Do you want more?" To Amy's horror, she found herself wanting to say yes. She forced her mouth not to move. Veronica let off another, and another, and another. The spell she had cast ensured that she wouldn't run out of gas any time soon. One end of the room was flooded by the potent, gaseous substance. The cheerleader quickly moved to the other end of the room. Amy didn't understand why the other woman's farts were turning her on, or why their smell seemed so damned sweet. She tried to ignore it, but she could sense the presence of the gas slowly drifting towards her. Veronica was smiling, "You like my farts? Can't get enough?" "No!" said Amy hastily, but her denial couldn't conceal her arousal. She wanted to breathe it more. In spite of herself, she was visibly trying to fill her lungs with the teacher's gas. She wanted to masturbate wildly while being enveloped in Veronica's thick cloud of sensual vapor. It smelled so wonderful, she belonged in its midst. "Please excuse me." said Amy. It had taken all of Amy's will to say the words. Amy left for the restroom, mainly to get away from the teacher. Before she could close the door to the stall, the teacher suddenly appeared. Veronica's face and demeanor were like an innocent, awkward bookworm. But then again, she was very good at concealing her less benign side. "You left your books behind miss. I'm sorry to disturb you, I'll close the door." Amy, in spite of herself, was getting aroused again. For some reason, the cheerleader said: "Don't." Veronica looked surprised, "What?" "Leave it open." Amy said breathlessly. "As you wish, young lady." said Veronica. "Now you're mine." thought the older woman lewdly in her mind. Veronica's big, round; meaty ass was plainly visible for the cheerleader to see. The cheerleader couldn't help but be transfixed by it. Amy had a brief vision of her own face, buried between the older woman's asscheeks as she farted loudly in her face. What was more, privately Amy wished for it. She wanted that gorgeous woman's wind in her lungs. She wished she could breathe it all the time and never get enough of that lesbian's butt gas. "I think it would be best if...." The cheerleader began. At that moment, Veronica's ass suddenly released a loud and long fart. It was powerful, and it was dense. The gas saturated the room, and its sexy smell assailed Amy's senses like nothing else had before. Instead of her body rejecting it, Amy's entire form seemed to openly desire that woman's fragrant fart. Her arousal skyrocketed, and she couldn't help but suddenly breathe in as much as possible. Much to Amy's disappointment, her lungs only got a fraction of the gas into her lungs. "Do you want another?" said Veronica, in an extremely nasty voice. She was well aware of her power over the helpless younger woman. Veronica loved every minute of her control. Little by little, the teacher could see the submissive slut manifest herself in the cheerleader. So more power, so little effort. All she had to do was provide what the little slut wanted, and that oversexed cheerleader would do whatever she was told. The longer the cheerleader was trapped in her gas cloud, and the more of it she was exposed to the stronger her control over the cheerleader would become. Amy started to open her mouth. She would tell that woman right now that there was no way in hell she would agree to any more of this. Instead the words came out as: "Yes" She couldn't believe her own ears. What the fuck was she saying? Before she could correct herself...Veronica let another one rip. The smell returned....so wonderful. Against her will Amy moaned in delight as the older's woman perfume flooded the room one more. "Such a nasty slut." Veronica said in false disapproval. To Amy's astonishment, she spoke up in alarm: "Are you going to stop?" She couldn't believe her own panic-stricken voice. It was if she wanted to keep inhaling the scent. What was wrong with her? Why was she saying this? "Do you want to leave? There is the door." Veronica smiled naughtily. Amy scoffed. She would show this bitch who was in charge. She haughtily began walking towards the door. She opened the door, and suddenly her body rebelled. She felt an enormous sense of loss, she felt like something was missing. Her body and a good portion of her mind....wanted to keep inhaling the other woman's farts. "I am in charge here." Amy wanted to say. Instead she moaned, "Please fart again mistress. It smelled so good." "You need my farts, you nasty girl. You can't live without my gas. Admit it." teased Veronica aggressively. "YES! I need more!" Amy almost screamed. "Then masturbate before me." said Veronica. The cheerleader couldn't believe what she said next: "I am happy to serve you, mistress." She was so wet, she wanted to do this. So, suddenly Amy shut the door and plunged her hands between her legs. For the next few minutes the lust-crazed girl wantonly frigged herself in front of Veronica. The whole time the teacher had her butt in front of the horny teenager, tempting Amy with the promise of more gas. The cheerleader couldn't wait. "I hope you fart in my face soon! The wait is almost unbearable!" Amy cried out. "Patience, young lady." said Veronica. The cheerleader was suddenly happy, in spite of herself. Soon Amy was on the verge of orgasming, and then suddenly the teacher adjusted the position of her ass. Right when she came, Veronica's chain-farted explosively in her face. This set off a series of even more powerful orgasms in the slutty teen that exhausted Amy completely. "Well this is a good start." said Veronica. "What do you mean mistress?" asked Amy. "This is only the beginning. I need to get many more slave-sluts, and I think we should start with the rest of your cheerleadering squad. They could use a little discipline." said Veronica. "Yes." Amy smiled. Soon they too would become submissives, slaves-sluts of the Mistress Veronica. Just like her. A Tale of Gassy Lesbians Ch. 02 Before Veronica had become her mistress, Amy had been an unstoppable menace of a prep and an insufferable bitch. Never once in her life had she ever been effectively disciplined, she had almost invariably gotten what she wanted. Those days were over. Now Amy had fallen very far from that pedestal indeed. She had become a slave to Veronica's farts, all because of a spell. Veronica led Amy into her car, as class had ended. Amy's new mistress had deliberately withheld her gas. Amy had long since submitted completely to Veronica. "Mistress, when are you going to fart again?" Amy said anxiously, already starting to miss the smell. "Once we get into the car, slave-slut." said Veronica quietly, privately enjoying Amy's degradation. "Slave-Slut. It feels so wonderful to say my proper title, to acknowledge my true purpose." signed Amy. Amy got into Veronica's car, and Veronica followed. Both were seated in the front of the vehicle. "Now will you give me your sweet gas? Please Mistress-Veronica?" pleaded Amy. Veronica grimaced very slightly, and let off a long silent fart. "OH! That's it! Your fart fulfills me, there is nothing greater! If only the whole world could smell like this!" Amy almost shouted in relief and satisfaction. Amy felt so happy. The Mistress had given her purpose again. The ultimate gift of the Mistress were her hot sexy farts, Amy lived for them. "Yes Mistress. I love inhaling your glorious scent. I am whole again." Amy was almost crying with joy. Veronica smiled, "You are a very good submissive indeed, Slave-Slut Amy. If you behave, I will give more of my ass gas." Amy's mind was filled with lewd thoughts. Veronica's ass: the source from which the gas emerged, and in that gas was purpose. Amy loved Veronica's wonderful butt, it produced the source of her greatest fulfillment. "Mistress, I wish to thank you for revealing the ultimate truth: the sole purpose of my life is to serve you and be rewarded with your perfect farts. You have shown me my destiny: my face, between your asscheeks, inhaling your gas forever. Thank you so much." Veronica nodded, "Your fellow cheerleaders shall know of this ultimate truth." Veronica was having trouble not laughing out loud. Amy was treating her like a virtual goddess, which she most certainly was not. Still, it was amusing to see the former super-bitch submit to her will so readily. Amy smiled, "They too must serve the Mistress, for her word is law to all her Slave-Sluts. To be Slave-Slut is to be complete. Those who she deems Slave-Slut must become her submissives until she withdraws her command. I am Slave-Slut Amy, Slave-Slut first and Amy second. I am beyond honored to serve the glorious Mistress Veronica, who I shall serve until she releases me from her charge. My ultimate joy, the ultimate love I can express...is ultimate submission." Veronica was almost stunned by Amy's words, they were so unlike her. "What do you what to do when we get to my house?" Amy was happy and excited, "Slave-Slut Amy will happily aid Mistress-Veronica in whatever she needs done. What you desire is what I shall provide to the best of my ability." Veronica, in spite of herself, was touched. "You shall dress yourself in a manner befitting of your new identity as Slave-Slut." Amy was sluttily masturbating herself with one hand, deeply inhaling the gas which had flooded the car's interior. "I hear and obey, Mistress." "Serves you right, Amy. After all the years you've been being a bitch, you deserve this." thought Veronica quietly. Finally they arrived at Veronica's home. Veronica called Amy's parents and told them that she was still talking to Amy about her poor grades, using her nice-teacher voice. They suspected nothing. One thing Amy had actually done in her life, with her own hands rather than someone else's, was to design and make some of her own clothes. As it turned out, Veronica had some old clothes that she didn't care much for (she had considered them relics from her old life), and some clothes-making equipment (another of Veronica's old hobbies). After asking her mistress which clothes she could use, Amy went to work. It took a few hours, but Amy was a fast worker. Veronica was busy making dinner for the both of them, curious what Amy would come out wearing. Amy finally informed Veronica that she was done and was wearing the outfit she had designed. Veronica was shocked by the audacity of Amy's design. She had expected a bondage outfit, but it was still strange to see on the spoiled, preppy cheerleader wearing what she was. Amy, in a move totally out of character, had designed her own submissive bondage gear. It was mostly bright red, with platinum black trim. Her untanned breasts, pussy, and butt were exposed. Her Jodhpur boots were leftovers from Veronica's old wardrobe. Amy wore a white dog collar that used to be on one of Veronica's dogs.. She wore black gloves; her entire outfit was very tight leather. The outfit itself was covered with a mixture of various types of sexually obscene messages, all of them proclamations of love for her mistress. Her upper body was covered (except for her breasts), but her belly and midriff were exposed. Her extremely short shorts barely counted as shorts at all, as they neither covered up her ass or pussy. Her arms were uncovered in their entirety (except for her hands). Her tanned face was covered, for the most part, with white makeup. Her eyes had black makeup around and on them, with light blue highlights subtly applied; her lipstick was cherry-black in color; and her cheeks had pink blushes on them. "I covered nothing of importance up, Mistress." said Amy. Then Amy saw what Veronica had been doing. "Mistress, I apologize for asking this but....you did make this food because you felt like it? Not because of something I didn't do?" Amy said anxiously, worried she had done something wrong. Veronica smiled. "Your concern is touching, but there is no need to worry. You haven't done anything wrong. I just felt like cooking, I enjoy it. As speaking of food, dinner is ready." Amy was still looking uneasy. Veronica suddenly realized what Amy needed. "Your Mistress appreciates your efforts on her behalf...so receive this reward from her, Slave-Slut Amy." Amy signed and bowed before Veronica's ass. Veronica unleashed all of the gas she had been holding back, directly into Amy's face...the aroma going straight to her clit. Amy moaned in suddenly ecstasy as Veronica's perfume filled her lungs. "Take your time, Slave-Slut. Have your fill." said Veronica, lust starting to appear in her voice. For several minutes, Amy feed off of Veronica's farts....wantonly inhaling the hot air like the slut she was for it without any shame. She was in her place, in the midst of Veronica's dense cloud of lesbian butt gas. Amy felt like she had gone to heaven, she didn't want this moment to end...but eventually it had to. Amy signed softly in disappointment when the gas finally dissipated. "Mistress Veronica, I should have told you this before. It isn't right for a Slave-Slut to keep secrets from her Mistress, especially one as wonderful as you." said Amy, her voice remorseful. "Do not despair so quickly, Slave-Slut Amy. Just tell me, I will hear you out." said Veronica. Slowly but surely Veronica had been getting into the whole Mistress thing. "Well, what was happened was...." Amy began. So Amy proceeded to tell what had happened. She had gone for quite some time without any exposure to Veronica's farts, so eventually she grabbed a blanket and wrapped herself tightly in it. Amy then had proceeded to flood the tight space around her with her own butt gas, desperately trying to alleviate her need. Veronica smiled naughtily, "Nasty slut. Can't get satisfaction from the source, so you wrap yourself in a blanket and get it from your own farts like the flatulence addict you are." Amy spoke up quickly in apology, "My farts weren't have as satisfying as yours, Mistress Veronica! Yours are without parallel, no other woman's gas can compare to the gas of my Mistress." Veronica laughed, "Perfectly understandable, Slave-Slut. But still, I think it is time to claim you...tonight." Amy looked sad, "I regret, Mistress Veronica, that I have no virginity to give you. I have given it away to individuals who didn't deserve it anyway. I should have given myself to you, Mistress." Veronica counseled her, "There's no shame in making mistakes. After dinner, I shall take you. We'll think of it as your first time. Forget those who you gave you virginity to before." Amy had tears in her eyes, she was so happy, "Oh Mistress! My body is yours till you deem it otherwise! Use me as you see fit." Veronica nodded, "Let's eat, my submissive darling." So Veronica and Amy had an interesting dinner, it was very strange. Amy was so different from her normal haughty, better-than-thou self. She was much more polite, respectful, and courteous. Not to mention considerably less profane. Amy was not nearly as arrogant, rude, or hateful as she had been before. She actually listened to what Veronica was saying, and Veronica now could listen back. The conversations they had at the dinner table were far more productive then the endless arguments they had when they were merely teacher and student. Veronica rewarded Amy throughout the whole event with a steady stream of chain-farts. Finally, Amy asked Veronica: "Is your Slave-Slut going to be taken tonight, Mistress Veronica?" Veronica looked at her lewdly, "Yes. Tonight, you are mine. And you have given me an idea." Amy signed wistfully, "I'm so horny Mistress. I need to be fucked so badly...because I'm a dirty Slave-Slut who needs your discipline, and your gas." Veronica had been having trouble controlling her own lust throughout the day, now she took off the gloves. Amy was suddenly swept off her feet, and carried by Veronica to the bedroom. Veronica put Amy on top of the sheets, and then got into bed with her. "I figure we should skip the preliminaries and go to the main event. I'll take the initiative from here on in." said Veronica. At that moment, Veronica planted her pussy right on top of Amy's face. Amy didn't need any more encouragement, and slowly pleasured her mistress's cunt. For what seemed like an eternity Amy kept up her efforts to please Veronica, figuring that it was best to take it slow. Finally Amy succeeded in bringing Veronica to explosive orgasm, covering Amy's face with her juices. For a while, Veronica lay down on the bed. Amy anxiously waited for her mistress to recover her strength, which she did in a handful of minutes. "It's been a while since I came that hard." said Veronica, getting off the bed and retrieving a strap-on from under the mattress. Then suddenly it hit her, "Wait a second. When you said you lost your virginity did you mean you had been fucked all three ways? Or did you leave one out?" Realization came over Amy's face, "Actually Mistress, I've only been fucked two ways. I never got around to getting fucked in my ass." Veronica smiled as she put on the strap-on dildo. "Then I think I can take your final virginity, Slave-Slut." Amy's eyes widened with sudden lust, "Yeeeeesssss....." Veronica teased her submissive, "Does my naughty slave-slut's ass need to be fucked? Are you a horny anal lesbian who wants it up her butt? Huh? If you want it, you have to beg for it." Amy cried out, "Oh Mistress, I need it so badly! Fuck your slave-slut; fuck me in my slut's butt! Please Mistress!" Veronica said one word, "Done." Before Amy knew it, Veronica's tongue was bathing her anus in wet saliva. Although Veronica couldn't see it, Amy's eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth hung open. "Oh Veronica, you drive a woman crazy. Don't stop. Don't ever stop. Please." Amy begged in a lusty moan. Eventually Amy's asshole was lubricated enough in Veronica's judgment. Suddenly she felt the plastic cock begin to plunge into her butt. A single thrust sent it into Amy's virgin hole, and she cried out in surprise. Then Veronica started to violently fuck Amy's asshole back and forth like a jackhammer. Amy's stomach almost immediately began acting up on her, the food from dinner still in her. The powerful thrusts were shaking up her bowels, causing gas to start forming rapidly. In spite of this, Amy started wantonly thrusting her ass back against Veronica's pseudo-cock. Her rectal muscles tightened around the plastic intruder, as if trying to keep it inside her body. Amy was really starting to enjoy this, and she began to beg her Mistress to keep fucking her in her ass. Both women's breasts were being flung back and forth from the intense fucking motions. For several minutes Veronica fucked Amy to the point of near senselessness, temporarily reducing her to a mindless, screaming, lust-crazed automation. Amy had completely forgotten about the huge build-up of gas inside her, stirred about like a tornado by Veronica's dildo. Finally Amy came explosively in a series of orgasms, shrieking in shameless ecstasy not caring about the lewdness of her wanton declarations. Veronica pulled the dildo out of her lover, and at that moment all of the gas that had accumulated at Amy's backdoor was released. One loud, potent, dense, long fart after another after another blasted out of her butt like there was no tomorrow. The room's atmosphere was now almost completely flooded with Amy's hot air. Amy collapsed after her very long series of chain-farting sessions had ended. Veronica laughed, "I guess that's your ass's way of saying thank you. Are you completely beyond shame, my darling slut? Even your body has submitted to me. Ah, this room smells heavenly." Amy smiled, "After taking so much from your body, I am happy to give something back to my Mistress." Veronica nodded, "We've done enough. Let's go to bed." So they both lay there on the bed, resting. For a long time they stayed awake. Finally Amy said something. "You know Mistress Veronica I was thinking." said Amy softly. "Yes?" asked Veronica. "I was thinking about the past, the person I was. I don't like what I see. I don't...want my old self to come back. She was such a superficial bitch....I...was such a bitch. I was that person. You saved me, Mistress Veronica, from myself. Your lowly Slave-Slut thanks you for that." said Amy. Veronica nodded, surprised by Amy's confession: "If that is what you truly feel, then stick with it. I, for one, think it is too late at night to be discussing these things. I'm exhausted." Amy smiled, and adjusted the covers until they were both under them. Amy fell asleep first, and Veronica let loose a series of farts that became trapped under the blanket. Amy visibly responded to the smell of Veronica's gas, and signed in pleasure. Before Veronica fell asleep, she thought about what Amy had said about herself before she had fallen asleep. She wondered just how much of that was the effect of her gas on Amy doing the talking...and how much of that speech was really coming from the real Amy?" A Tale of Gassy Lesbians Ch. 03 Amy, ex-bitchy prep and current Slave-Slut of the Mistress Veronica, suddenly woke up in the backseat of a car. She could just barely hear a song she had never heard before playing on the car's radio ("Demon of Love" by The Sharp Things) "Mistress?" Amy asked uncertainly. A voice came back, "Yes." "What's going on?" The cheerleader asked. The teacher responded, "It's around 2 A.M, I'm taking you home." It took Amy a moment to realize Veronica was taking her back to her family's house. With that realization came a sense of renewed worry: she and her Mistress would be parted. Then Amy realized her clothes had been changed. "I'm in my old clothing, before I became Slave-Slut. Before I became complete. So strange to be wearing these clothes again." Amy said in a soft voice. "Don't concern yourself; the outfit you made yesterday is still intact. I intend to keep it that way for quite a long time. Today, you and I have an afterschool appointment with one of your fellow cheerleaders...Ashley. She has had her way for far too long, she's far worse right now than you ever were." said Veronica. "The school frowns on student-teacher relationships, Mistress. I assume you want me to pretend that I am still the old Amy, that nothing has happened between us, and that nothing has changed." The song on the radio changed to a Phil Collins song whose name Amy didn't know but had heard before, something about "your true colors shining". Her thoughts about it were interrupted by Veronica's next statement: "Think you can do it?" "Although I am not the old Amy, I still have her memories. I remember how she was...how I was. It's still hard to believe that technically I am the same person as her. Your Slave-Slut can do this, and she will." Amy said. "One more thing, Slave-Slut Amy. You will be going without my gas for quite some time; you'll have to secretly inhale the farts of other women to sate your need until your last class...with me. The spell only works with female gas, as it was conceived by a lesbian to ensnare other women. Whenever you get a chance, take in as much as you can as discreetly as possible. Here's the plan: about a minute before your class with me ends, be your old bitchy self. Act the part of the haughty spoiled prep, and do it convincingly. I'll pretend to get angry at you, and tell you to come to my office right now. Since this is nothing new, no one will suspect a thing. And in my office, I will feed you my farts at point-blank range." Veronica said, calm and reassuring. Amy shuddered with sudden excitement. "All of that gas!" she thought. "And, you nasty girl, I'll give you farts with your mouth on my asshole. Isn't that want you want, you naughty slut? To have your lips closed over my ass when it goes off...again, and again, and again?" Veronica didn't even bother to hide her lust. Amy's law had dropped, her eyes wide with lust, her voice a lewd whisper: "To feed directly from the source....yeeeesssss. That is what I want, Mistress. Your nasty Slave-Slut wants her Mistress to fart into her mouth...with her lips over her Mistress's butt. There will be nowhere for the gas to go but down my throat." "After you are replenished, we will go to your friend Ashley and tell she is in trouble for several school disruptions. That is technically true...Ashley has been busy disrupting her classes, and she has hardly been punished at all for it. If I know her, and I do, Ashley will be busy getting ready for cheerleading practice in the girl's locker room. She's always last to finish, she's quite consistent on that. I'll just say the words, let loose a few innocent farts, and Ashley will soon be calling me Mistress." "For she will be Slave-Slut then, just as I am Slave-Slut now. I assume you want me to help her adjust." "Correct, as I have to go to a meeting. Give her some advice, and let her go to cheerleading practice. When Ashley is done with practice, arrange a sleepover with her tonight. You and Ashley did a lot of sleepovers, right?" "We did, Mistress. It won't be suspicious." said Amy. "Ashley will be needing plenty of gas, be sure to give her more than enough. Also, she will probably be extremely horny, so you and she will most likely have an interesting time together. As speaking of gas, in about an hour we'll be at your house. I'll feed you before you get out of the car." At that moment, Veronica unleashed a massive amount of extremely loud, very potent farts into the car. Then blast after blast came out of Veronica's butt for what seemed like forever. Amy was beyond ecstasy, the wonderful smell was back in her lungs again. There was so much gas in the car that Amy couldn't smell anything else at all. "I don't want to leave Mistress! It's so nice in here! Why can't I stay for a couple of hours? Why can these moments last forever?" Amy moaned wistfully, completely lost in Veronica's midst of dense, erotic vapor. "Soon my darling Amy, you have someone who shares your lust for my farts. You won't have to hide your lesbian butt gas lust from her." Veronica smiled, her voice soft. For about an hour, Veronica let Amy relax in the thick, fragrant, gassy atmosphere of the car. Amy's eyes had rolled back in her head, her mouth hung open lazily, and her nose and lungs were going into overdrive inhaling Veronica's hot air. All the while, Veronica had been chain-farting into the car as much possible. "I'm in heaven! I love the smell of your hot sexy farts, there is nothing better than being in their midst!" Amy's loud moaning voice was incoherent and crazed with lust. Amy had been wantonly masturbating the entire time, frantically caressing both her breasts and pussy, and had explosively orgasmed so many times she had lost count of them all. Finally, they arrived at Amy's house. "It's been an hour, we can't wait any longer." said Veronica. Amy groaned in extreme disappointment as Veronica opened the car doors one at a time. The unbelievable amount of gas that had been trapped in Veronica's car, now all too quickly left for Amy and soon dissipated. Veronica gestured for Amy to get out of the car, and she did so. Veronica embraced her student tightly and warmly. "It's only going to be a couple of hours. Hold out. You can do this, Amy. Your Mistress believes in you." Veronica said in her most affectionate voice. "Your Slave-Slut is honored by her Mistress's confidence in her. I shall try not to disappoint you, Veronica. Goodbye." Amy said softly. As Veronica drove off, Amy smiled and then walked up to her house. She had a key, and when she got in she went to bed almost immediately. However, before she did so, she stopped by her sister's bedroom. Her sister Becky, who was very much like her old self, was sleeping soundly under her covers. Amy could make out the outline of her Becky's form. She was about to leave when Becky suddenly farted in her sleep. Although Amy couldn't smell the perfume very well, enough of the gas wafted over to her to make her sign. But it wasn't nearly enough, compared to Veronica's gas; Becky's gas was nowhere near adequate. Amy quietly inhaled her sister's farts as covertly as possible, whispered "goodnight, Sis", and went to her own bed to sleep. At about 7 P.M, her mother Evelyn woke Amy up. Amy had been having the most wonderful dreams, invariably about women wantonly farting around her, so naturally she wasn't happy to be woken up. Her mother Evelyn was a divorced single mother who had instilled the values that both Amy (until recently) and Becky had lived by most of the lives. Evelyn was a powerful, successful, and ruthless businesswoman, she ruled over her domain with an iron hand. Evelyn had never seen a need for social graces; she preferred to bully people into getting her way. She was extremely influential and carried a great deal of clout in the community, one of the reasons why the cheerleading squad got away with everything is because of the combined power of their parents. A great many teachers had had their futures almost completely ruined by defying them; many of those teachers were close friends of Veronica. Naturally Veronica hated the cheerleading squad's parents for that. Amy had a strange morning indeed. She was definitely missing the smell of Veronica's farts in her lungs, so she had to be secretive. Several times she managed to temporarily sate her need. When Amy was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, Becky came in. Amy kept her eyes on the task at hand, as Becky started to pull down her pants. Amy had no interest in seeing her sister naked and squatting on the toilet, so she did her best not to look in Becky's direction. Amy realized the towels near Becky hadn't been folded properly, so Amy went over to sort them out. Becky, from the sounds she was making, was constipated. Amy was still struggling with the towels (she had always been lousy at chores) when Becky suddenly let a loud one rip. Amy was somewhat embarrassed as she quietly inhaled her own sister's fart, but she needed the gas and she needed it now. "Sorry sis." said Becky in embarrassment, the smell of her fart flooding the room. "If only she knew....." Amy thought. "Think nothing of it, Becky, we're sisters. There are no secrets between us." said Amy pleasantly. Almost as soon as she said the last sentence she was worried she had given something away. Becky, however, was too busy straining to notice. She was unsuccessfully trying to overcome her constipation. Soon Becky farted again. And again. And again. The aroma of the potent gas flooded the restroom, Amy discreetly drawing them into her lungs. "I'm inhaling my own sister's farts! And worse, I'm enjoying it!" Amy was mortified, but thankful for her sister's wind. Amy was half-tempted to thank Becky, but she stopped herself. Finally Becky gave up. "There's some stuff for that in the kitchen cabinet. It should help." Amy said, still not looking in her sister's direction. As soon as Becky left, Amy inhaled the rest of her sister's gas freely. "Thank you Sis." Amy said quietly when she was done. Amy had another opportunity to get relief: she would be alone in the bathtub washing herself. Amy couldn't help but find the sensation strange: she was chain-farting freely in the water, causing large bubbles to shoot out from her bubble-butt and pop on the surface. The smell of her gas, combined with the soap and shampoo scent already in the air, made for a very strange aroma. The fusion of the smells helped to mask the smell of her farts, while the water dampened the noise. Thus she was able to fart (and masturbate) shamelessly without fear of discovery. Finally she was finished. She also inhaled her own farts again, when she briefly used the toilet, before she finally left the bathroom. Amy got one more good opportunity: breakfast. Three women (not including herself) were seated there: her mother, her sister, and her mother's best friend Bertha. During the course of that morning meal, she managed to get a handful of farts into her system: a few small(with the exception of a single loud one) ones and silent blasts from Becky, some louder and longer ones from Bertha, and her mother let a few good(and fairly loud) explosions rip that managed to sate her need. Amy's own real regret was not being able to properly inhale all that wonderful gas. When her mother drove her and Becky to school, there were a few small farts but nothing substantial. At school, Amy managed to get a little relief. In class, there were a few silent but strong blasts that she secretly drew in. Even one of her teachers let off a good one by accident (unfortunately Amy was fairly far away when it happened). The hallways, hardly satisfaction awaited Amy there, for what few farts went off were broken up by the rapid movement of the people passing through on the way to class. Unsurprisingly, the real delight for Amy was in the girl's restroom. Here there was a virtual stream of girls letting loose bombs of incredible potency and noise, and she covertly inhaled it all. Of course, she was able to add her old distinct smells and sounds to the cacophony of womanly explosions. Amy heard and smelled them all: near-silent hisses, loud blasts, chain-farts, all served to satisfy her desire. "It seems only in the restroom are women allowed, correction...allow themselves, to express that part of who they are." Amy thought regretfully. Amy couldn't understand why her fellow women seemed so ashamed of something all of them had to do, not when the actual act was so harmless in her eyes. Of course, Amy didn't understand because she just didn't see it the way her fellow women did anymore. Her perspective had just become too different from theirs. Amy caught herself, "I don't have all the answers, so how can I jump to conclusions on this matter? I just don't have enough information to generalize like this. Who does have the answer to this matter, I wonder?" Amy managed to temporarily sate her hunger throughout the day. But none of these farts could satisfy her for long, only one woman's gas could: the farts of her Mistress. Amy was so excited when she finally encountered her teacher. For the longest time class proceeded normally, but then came the last minute of class. Amy knew what she had to, she had summon the attitude and mannerisms of who she used to be. "You know what, Miss Veronica, I think you are a joke! Your class like totally sucks, and I hate you. You're not a teacher, you're a hack! A loser, a nobody! That entire lecture you gave was completely lame and like total dullsville! And you couldn't lose weight if you tried!" Amy said angrily, doing her best to be convincing. The words felt like acid in Amy's throat, she regretted every word as soon as it left her mouth. But she hide her regret as best as she could. "Young lady! I have had enough of your childish behavior! You are going to my office, right now! This instant! I am going to see to it that you are severely punished for disrupting my class! Come on! By the time I'm finished with you, you'll regret this day for sure!" Veronica almost shouted, her words punctuated by grabbing Amy's wrist and leading her to the door. For a second, Amy was really worried that Veronica had taken her words seriously. That her Mistress was going to leave her for good. Then Veronica turned around, and said with her eyes ablaze, "You need some serious discipline, young lady!" But underneath the mask of anger was something else entirely, for Veronica quickly winked once at her as soon as she said "discipline." So Veronica and Amy kept up the pretext of angry teacher and insolent student, when they were secretly Mistress and Slave-Slut. Only when they arrived at Veronica's fairly large office (and locked the door behind them), did Veronica whisper to her: "BRILLANT. Whisper when you want to say the truth." A country music song, "The Way You Love Me"(the electronic version of the original by the same singer) was softly playing in the background. In a much louder voice, "You are a disgrace to this high school and everything that it stands for!" Amy shouted back, "I hate you, you bitch!" Amy went back to whispering, "I'm so sorry Mistress! I didn't mean any of the things I said! It's just...it was what you and I...." Veronica whispered back, calmly, "I perfectly understand. Everything is going according to plan. You did well. Now play along, just in case anyone is passing by." Veronica started to remove her pants, "Young lady, in my years as a teacher, students were actively disciplined by their teachers. This high school stood for something, it still stands for something." Veronica had removed all of her lower clothing, leaving her ass exposed. Veronica now was kneeling on the floor, her big meaty ass held high in the air. "We never lowered ourselves to your level, young lady. We were always in charge of the students, never the other way around." Veronica continued sternly, but she was having trouble not laughing out loud due to the situation's circumstances. Amy knelt before Veronica's big butt, and signed at its beauty. Then suddenly she said hatefully, "You think you can control me? Huh? I will not be a brick in the wall; I don't need any so-called education!" Amy then whispered lewdly, "But I do love have the way you control me, my very thoughts no less." Amy spread Veronica's ass cheeks with her hands and latched her mouth onto her Mistress's asshole. Veronica suppressed a moan, and whispered, "Bathe my ass, Slave-Slut! Then tongue your Mistress's butt, you nasty girl! Only after that will I give the farts you desire!" Veronica thundered, "This school will not tolerate ass-kissers, but it most certainly will not tolerate ill-behaved malcontents like you. You young women need to learn to submit to authority!" Amy briefly removed her lips from Veronica's anus and smiled, "I have already have submitted Mistress. To you, and I love it! And your slave-slut is more than willing to do so much more than just kiss your ass." Then Amy's tongue began to coat Veronica's tight rectal muscles with layer after layer of wet saliva, loosing it up. Then her tongue formed its way into Veronica's pink anus, which slowly gave way under her assault on it. "I knew you were a dirty anal lesbian butt slut! You can't get enough of my ass can you?" Veronica moaned softly. Amy responded by driving her tongue as deep as she could into her Mistress's big, plump, round ass, and then she started to rapidly sucking on Veronica's asshole with her mouth as a vacuum seal. For several minutes Amy pleasured Veronica's vulnerable interior while fisting her Mistress's pussy. Finally Veronica came in both holes at about the same time. First Veronica's pussy exploded, absolutely soaking Amy's hand with her pussy fluids. Almost immediately Veronica came anally....her ass blasting fart after fart down Amy's throat. It was difficult, but Amy managed to swallow them all. Veronica, for her part, had a very hard time suppressing her cries of ecstasy. To Amy's surprise the last fart actually came back, after she had already swallowed it, in a loud burp. Essentially Amy had farted out of her mouth, releasing the same gas but from a different place. Amy quickly said, "Excuse me Mistress." Veronica laughed and whispered in amusement, "You just swallowed all of those farts, and you are apologizing for just that one? Have you no shame? Well then, here is what you were promised....you shameless minx." Amy's mouth closed as tightly as possible over her Mistress's asshole. Then Veronica unleashed all of the gas that had been accumulating over a couple of hours. An absolutely explosive series of long, potent, and loud chain-farts were blasted into Amy's waiting mouth, causing her cheeks to puff out each time with the force of her Mistress's bombs. Amy frequently almost had her mouth's hold on her Mistress's anus knocked off, the farts were quite powerful. The effect on Amy was heavenly, as the gas was now trapped (somewhat) within her. Amy moaned shamelessly with each blast, she felt fully restored by her Mistress's gas. Eventually though, Veronica ran out of gas. Amy removed her lips from Veronica's butt, and belched quite loudly as the excess air was released from her system. Of course, that didn't stop Amy from inhaling the expelled gas right back into her lungs. Veronica started to getting dressed, "Luckily, few people come by this area at this time of day. How do you feel?" Amy smiled, her tongue and breath still smelling like Veronica's ass, her hand still smelling like Veronica's pussy, "Completed, for now, Mistress. Let's go find Ashley." Veronica smiled and whispered back, "Good. I have a item to show her. Don't forget to clean your mouth and hand before we go, that's what the toothbrush and toothpaste are for. I figured you would need them; the mirror and the sink are over there. And the paper towels are there." A Tale of Gassy Lesbians Ch. 03 Veronica finally said, "I hope you have learned your lesson young lady! Discipline will be strictly enforced, and applied to young ladies who misbehave!" Amy smiled, "Yes it will." After Amy had cleaned up, the two women went to meet up with Ashley. They found her alone, still getting dressed up. Ashley wasn't even remotely fazed. "Here to try to lecture me on my misbehavior, your sorry excuse for a human being? Don't make me fucking laugh." Amy stepped forward, "Hello. Ashley." Amy no longer saw Ashley in the same light. Ashley seemed absolutely hateful, spoiled, and arrogant. Ashley sneered, "I see. You ratted me out, didn't you Amy? I knew you couldn't be trusted! That's why you are here, with her! And you call yourself my friend? Fucking backstabber." Amy shook her head, "You haven't changed a bit Ashley. Always jumping to conclusions without evidence, absolutely no self-control or restraint, always depending respect but never giving any back." Ashley laughed, "You're one to talk! Don't fucking lecture me about decency, you traitorous bitch! You are nothing but a hypocrite!" Amy signed, "That Amy isn't the one who is talking to you now. I'm a different person now. Technically the same Amy, but different. You, Ashley, remind me of who I was...not who I am." Ashley rolled her eyes, "You? Reformed? Take a good look at yourself, Amy. You're no better than I am." Amy exhaled, "You don't care about anyone but yourself Ashley. You always were so self-righteous. I am not like you, not anymore. I am free, in unusual way, but it is liberation in submission." Ashley scoffed, "Please. Spare me the nonsense. You're now just as stupid as that teacher is. She thinks she is so fucking smart, but she is stupid! I mean, who the fuck wants to be a teacher anyway?" Veronica was visibly incensed, "Education is the foundation of one's success, now more than ever. This country is unfortunately splitting into classes again, but those classes are based on education rather than wealth. The educated will have the majority of the power, the uneducated will have what power is left over. This isn't a threat, just an unfortunate truth. At least it is the truth if that article I read was right. Those who refuse to learn and sabotage their own education will not have a future to boast about. Like you, Ashley. In the end, your lack of good grades will be your undoing. I have the capacity to mold the minds of everyone I teach, that is real power." Ashley spoke up, "I have gotten away with offenses that would have gotten losers expelled. You are all talk. There is no way in hell you can possibly put a stop to my fun. In fact, as punishment for this bullshit speech you claim will somehow teach something, I going to commit a whole slew of disruptions. And it will be your fault, because you crossed me." Veronica raised an eyebrow, and muttered some strange phrases in another language. "I see. Well, then here is my answer to your amazingly callous attitude." Veronica let loose an extremely loud fart that echoed throughout the girl's locker room. Veronica smiled, "Like the smell?" Veronica had used a more powerful version of the spell, so the effect would be quicker. Ashley was shocked by the sudden wetness between her legs. She wanted to unleash a stream of profanity on the high school teacher, telling her just what she felt about her. Instead Ashley's eyes inexplicably rolled back in her head as the aroma of Veronica's fart entered her nostrils. Ashley moaned, "I LOVE IT!" Ashley suddenly felt the urge to masturbate wantonly. "What the hell is wrong with me?" Ashley thought. She wanted to be enveloped in a cloud of gas that would never dissipate, caused by Veronica who would never stop farting. And Ashley didn't ever want to leave that place. Amy smiled, "Yes, Ashley, you do love the Mistress's farts." Strange thoughts were entering Ashley's mind: "I.....must.....become.....Slave-Slut." Ashley was visibly struggling to regain her composure, her body suddenly soaking with sweat. "No! I am nobody's bitch! I am Ashley, I get whatever the fuck I want when I want!" Ashley wanted to say. Ashley's lips formed a different set of words: "Slave-Slut. I am Slave-Slut Ashley. Please give more of your glorious farts, Mistress!" Amy suddenly spoke softly to Ashley, "Doesn't it feel wonderful? To submit to the will of the Mistress? To become Slave-Slut? I certainly love it. My true name is Slave-Slut Amy, Slave-Slut first and Amy second. My eternal Mistress, until she releases me from her command, is Veronica. I show my love by completing giving into her will, and she rewards me with her farts. Her gas completes me." At that moment, Ashley's resistance melted away. She felt the ultimate freedom in her total submission. She felt empty without her Mistress's gas, she needed to be replenished. Ashley now had the need to feed off her Mistress's farts; they were now the ultimate reward. Veronica had become her world now; submission was how she would love her Mistress. Ashley suddenly signed, "I too want to be completed. I need to be Slave-Slut. I need to serve the Mistress Veronica." Amy smiled, "And you will serve her, Slave-Slut Ashley. Alongside your fellow Slave-Slut Amy." Ashley looked extremely happy; soon the Mistress would feed her. Ashley felt united now. Words had changed meaning in her mind: Ashley became Slave-Slut Ashley, Veronica became Mistress Veronica, farts became the most wonderful source of satisfaction for Slave-Slut Ashley, the best way to show Veronica her love would be complete submission, and the way to true happiness was that same complete submission. "Oh Amy! I feel so wonderful! I envy you for serving her so long, I only wish I had submitted sooner! We are both Slave-Slut now." Ashley was almost crying with joy. "Ashley, it is better than you know. The Mistress will feed us her farts forever, and she will never run out! There will be times when we go without her gas, but the gas of other women will temporarily sate the hunger." said Amy. "We must be careful, Slave-Slut Amy. Or else our love for our Mistress might be discovered, and we might be parted from her forever." said Ashley. "Yes, Slave-Slut Ashley. We must be careful. Are you ready for your first time, being fed by the Mistress?" said Amy. "Mistress! PLEASE! Give me your sweet-smelling farts, the most glorious smelling gas in the entire world!" begged Ashley. Veronica smiled, "Both of you have earned your reward. To the restroom, your Mistress will feed you both there." So Veronica, seemingly normal high school teacher, led two apparently normal students to the ladies' restroom. Of course they went in one at a time to reduce suspicion. Veronica first tested Ashley by presenting her with the strap-on that had been inside Amy when Veronica had taken her anal virginity. "Submit to your Mistress's will. Show your love through submission." Veronica said lewdly. Ashley picked up the dildo, and cleaned it with her mouth. Amy was disappointed; she had wanted to do that. Afterward, Ashley was fed by her Mistress for the first time. Ashley was in ecstasy as Veronica blasted her farts down Ashley's mouth without a single stop. Afterwards Amy was fed, and soon both women were savoring the effects. "You know what?" Veronica suddenly had an idea. "What Mistress?" Ashley asked. "Before I go to my meeting, could you two meet me in my car? There are some rewards for good behavior I'd like to give you." said Veronica with a slight hint of lust in her voice. Amy recognized what Veronica was up to: a repeat of what they had done in the car earlier. "For how long?" asked Amy. "Two and a half hours. I can't promise any more than that." said Veronica. Amy turned and smiled to her fellow Slave-Slut, "You are going to love this, Ashley!" Veronica gestured, and the two women followed their Mistress to her car. And Amy was right; Ashley really loved what happened there....... A Tale of Gassy Lesbians Ch. 04 This is the fourth(but not the last by far) installment. There's a bit of lesbian role-playing at the end. Hope you enjoy the story. Look forward to comments. Thanks in advance A Tale of Gassy Lesbians 4 Ashley, ex-spoiled prep and the second cheerleader to fall under Veronica's spell, was rapidly coming to love her new identity. She felt confident and sure of her purpose. Being put in that car with Amy was heavenly indeed, for Veronica had given Ashley plenty of what she now craved: the farts of her new Mistress. Veronica had flooded the car with a seemingly endless supply of wonderful gas, sending both Ashley and Amy into an intense erotic frenzy. If Veronica had not told both women not to, Ashley would have eventually ripped Amy's clothes off. Instead the two cheerleaders masturbated furiously, all the time breathing in the ceaseless chain-farts that Veronica kept releasing into the car's interior. For two hours both women were completely wild and extremely horny. It didn't help that the two cheerleaders had been told not to show any signs that they were pleasuring themselves or aroused. Then Veronica said goodbye, and that she would try to meet with them later at Ashley's home in secret. "Just be sure to let me in." said Veronica. So the pleasure ended, their Mistress had left, and both women now headed to cheerleading practice. It wasn't a long session this time, and Ashley and Amy did their best not to seem different. Amy was still able to captain her team. Ashley and Amy started to notice each other's mutual attractiveness, without being under the influence of the gas. Once practice had ended, both women got into Ashley's car and started driving off. Now Amy carried out her Mistress's instructions: try to arrange a sleepover with Ashley. But that wasn't a problem, as both cheerleaders had had many of them before without incident. Then Amy learned of even better news: Ashley's Mom and her two sisters would be out of the house for the night, her Mom on an out-of-town meeting and her sisters were staying overnight at a friend's house. Ashley was overjoyed when she heard the news. "I had an idea Amy. One involving a camcorder. Make something to show our Mistress." Ashley smiled to her fellow Slave-Slut. "A Gift for the glorious Veronica? Inventive." said Amy. "We have the entire evening and night to ourselves. Our Mistress instructed us not to stay up past midnight, we'll need our rest for tomorrow." Ashley said with a hint of excitement in her voice. Amy grinned, "Plenty of time to satisfy our various hungers. Let's plan out our little get-together on the way to your house...." Eventually they arrived at Ashley's home. It was late in the evening. No one was home. "All right, what shall we do first?" asked Amy. "Food. What else? I'm starving Amy!" exclaimed Ashley. Amy lowered her head, smiling. "Then let's eat." So Ashley and Amy went to work on making dinner. It was a very relaxed, informal, fun event. Even the fact that the two female flatulence-addicts had not inhaled a single fart for a considerable period of time didn't spoil the relaxed event. They just improvised. Both women were well aware of the foods that gave them gas, so they just made a few adjustments to what they put on the table. "When I eat enough of these, Ashley, I let off bombs worse than "Gigli"." "Hah! Amy, you don't know what a real explosion is! Wait till you see this. My farts will be way more potent than any gas you can produce, ever!" "Is that a bet, Ashley? You really shouldn't, because I always win! I'll always fart louder and longer than you ever will, and my gas is way sexier than yours!" "Well, I will like totally call that bet Amy. I guarantee you'll be conceding defeat in no time at all!" Of course, their bet made for an unusual meal to say the least. Both women kept letting loose farts in mid-sentence, and laughing at the other's reaction. Almost as soon as one of them felt the pressure, she released it. Both women shamelessly inhaled each other's gas, causing the other to laugh even harder. Their mutual playful teasing was relentless. Ashley at one point did her best impersonation (albeit teasing) of a stuck-up woman stereotype: "That is completely indecent of you! How very unladylike!" Amy raised an eyebrow: "Really? Here is my proper, civilized response to your statement.", and then suddenly let loose a particularly loud fart, causing both of them to laugh out loud. For a while, this went on. Neither woman could stop laughing, or teasing (or farting), they had caught a bad case of the giggles. They were having too much fun being silly. Neither woman could excuse herself to the bathroom without the other following her in, the second woman inhaling the farts of the first. In many ways it was a normal sleepover, made abnormal by the fact that both cheerleaders had become addicted to the farts of other women (and each other). After a very strange (but excellent) dinner, Ashley showed Amy the newest things around her home. Amy was also told what had happened most recently, and Ashley likewise was told by Amy what she knew had happened. Just basic gossip, only this time it was noticeably lacking in malevolence. Usually Amy and Ashley had acid tongues when talking about other people, but recent developments in their personalities had changed that. Once gossip was over, the two friends decided to play a game of volleyball in Ashley's pool. Not surprisingly, both women put on pretty revealing swim clothes that barely covered their breasts or butts. The attraction between them had building steadily, and now it started to show itself more as they set up the net. Ashley and Amy were frequently distracted by each other's scanty outfits, but played competently and had a lot of fun trying to win. Ashley won, but gave the victory to Amy anyway. In the excitement, Amy kissed Ashley....full and on the lips for a substantial period of time. For a couple of precious seconds, their wet warm bodies were pressed together. Finally after an eternity, their lips parted. Ashley exhaled sharply, "Your lips felt really good against mine." Amy nodded, "We have plenty of time to explore each other, but let's get cleaned off." So Ashley and Amy got out of the pool, removed their outfits, dried off, wrapped themselves in towels, and went inside. Soon they were both in the bathtub: an ideal location indeed. The two submissives of Veronica began mutually cleaning each other's bodies off with soap. Neither woman hide the fact that they were enjoying the caresses of the other, as their hands frequently stroked each other's pussies and breasts in a very sexual manner. But it was only after they finished getting the shampoo out of their hair that they started making out. Amy resumed kissing Ashley, only this time much more fiercely. They embraced each other tightly as the cheerleaders passionately explored each other's mouths with their tongues. Then Amy told Ashley to lean back, and then started to suck one of Ashley's globes while pleasuring the other with her hand. Ashley cried out, and farted by accident. Amy paused to draw it into her lungs, and then resumed her gentle caresses of Ashley's delicate body. So Ashley lay back for several minutes, softly moaning as Amy pleasured her. The sensations eventually caused Ashley to explosively orgasm, almost screaming as she flooded the bathwater with her juices. For a while neither woman spoke. Finally Ashley softly said, "Tell me the camcorder got that." Amy smiled, "I'm fairly sure it did. That was a brand new tape, and I made sure the angle was right. It won't be anything extraordinary, but hopefully our Mistress will like it." Ashley signed, "Mistress. I miss her. I doubt she's having fun at her meeting." Veronica was not enjoying herself. As usual the school was more interested in avoiding a standoff with the most powerful parents in the community, a fact that those parents had been well aware of for a very long time. Once again the teachers had had their hands tied with regards to how they could discipline their students. These parents loved the rhetoric of saying that discipline had to be toned down to avoid damaging teenagers' fragile minds. Veronica was incensed, as they had again rendered punishment so tame as to be meaningless. Who's running this school anyway? Worse, these powerful parents used this opportunity to make an example of one of her fellow teachers. She almost lost her job because of what they said next, and the only reason she didn't get fired was because the parents held back on purpose. "They're reminding us not to step out of line." thought Veronica. So this meeting only reaffirmed what had been a de facto reality for so long: the students could still run wild, knowing they would never be punished with anything remotely effective. Evelyn was there, practically gloating over the teachers' plight. For a while, Veronica was almost too angry to think. Then an idea hit her: why stop with just turning misbehaving students into lesbian slave-sluts? There were plenty of adults in this room who could use a little discipline. "Enjoy your triumph for now. One day, Evelyn, you will be begging me for my farts. One day, I'll be the one ordering you around...my future Slave-Slut." Veronica realized the meeting was almost over. "As speaking of Slave-Sluts...I mustn't keep them waiting. I'm sure they miss me. And in spite of myself, I miss them as well." Meanwhile Amy and Ashley had been having fun inside a plus-sized sleeping bag. It was perfect, both for obscuring the lovers and for trapping whatever gas they released inside. Originally they had just intended to step some time outside in the front yard, talking. For a while it went as they planned, but eventually they got ideas. So they writhed about in a tightly enclosed space and in total darkness, shamelessly and constantly feeding each other their farts. After a couple of minutes of blind caresses and a great deal of gas inhalation, they managed to bring each other to orgasm. Then they collapsed, the only thing the exhausted women could do (besides minor movements) was fart (which they subsequently did a lot of). Veronica arrived a while later, making good time as there wasn't a lot of traffic at this time of night. She saw the sleeping bag with the two bulges inside. "Naughty girls. I think I shall discipline you. Thought it's more of a reward than a punishment, as I like it when my Slave-Sluts misbehave." The first thing she did was open the sleeping bag and pull them both out onto the grass. "Sleeping bag, huh? Clever." Veronica smiled at the barely awake lovers. "Mistress?" Ashley softly moaned. Amy was equally tired, "We made you a tape. It's not much Mistress, just us making out in the bathtub." Veronica nodded, "You're not porn stars. Just young adults. At any rate, you'll like this. Just go with it." So Amy and Ashley waited. Veronica pulled out some rope, a pair of blindfolds, three masks, and a strap-on. Amy asked, "Why only one?" Veronica smiled, "Because I've already taken your anal virginity, not hers." Ashley's eyes widened. Veronica nodded, "Yes Ashley. That's one of the reasons I'm here." Veronica then arranged the two women in a 69 position, telling them to latch their lips onto each other's assholes and not to take them off. "Now don't move. Breathe through your noses." Veronica said softly. Then Veronica proceeded to tie both women tightly together in such as a way as to render them almost completely immobile. Now neither woman could get their mouths off the other's anus. Their arousal skyrocketed, their pussy juices soaking each other's throats. Finally she blindfolded them both. "A vicious cycle indeed. When one of you farts, it goes into the other's system. When that woman farts it out, it goes right back into the first woman. And the cycle continues." Veronica said her voice full of lust and her expression depraved. Veronica cast a pair of spells, one for each woman. The spell was designed to last only a very short period of time, about 15 minutes. It basically caused uncontrollable flatulence in whatever woman it was cast on. Once it was cast on a woman, she would produce enormous amounts of gas and release it without end until the spell wore off. Both women groaned in muffled surprise as their stomachs rapidly swelled up with a ludicrous amount of gas. Then that gas was explosively expelled without any control or end into their mouths. Amy unlocked her farts into Ashley's mouth and down into her stomach. Ashley's overpressurized system, already tight with gas, didn't have any more room for the extra farts. So Ashley farted some of the extra gas down Amy's throat. So the cycle began in earnest: each woman rapidly releasing the excess flatulence into the other's body, who in turn sent those farts right back into the original woman, and so on. For 15 minutes this went on without end, sending both women into ceaseless ecstasy. Neither woman wished it would come to an end, but it did. When the two exhausted women recovered, and were untied Veronica asked a new question: "How about a little walk, on all fours perhaps? Something different?" "But Mistress, if you are seen with us our secret teacher-student relationship will be discovered." "Relax. None of us will be recognized, we'll be wearing masks that cover our entire heads. No one would ever suspect that a pair of oh-so perfect female teenage students would do something like this, and certainly not with their teacher. If anyone sees us, they'll assume we are some perverted couple and complain the next day about it. But I understand your concern: if a teacher is seen with her students, that relationship will be broken apart by force if necessary. That's why I didn't want you to make out in public, they would eventually trace that back to me. And they would be correct: as far as I know, you are only lesbians because of the spell I cast on you. Eventually though, I'm going to release you from that spell and see if you still want to continue. I have to know." Ashley signed, "I can't promise you Mistress that your Slave-Sluts won't turn on you if you do that. My old self is still very much in me. I'd most likely betray you as soon as the spell was released. So would Amy." Veronica nodded, "That's why I'm going to wait a while. So, are you interested in doing something naughty? It'll be fun." At that moment, two collars were tossed in front of them. "I won't walk you on the asphalt, just the grass near the sidewalk. It's very late at night and quite dark; I seriously doubt anyone would see us. This neighborhood is so normal, there isn't even a serious police attempt to monitor it because there's never really been a need to. Your call, your Mistress commands you to decide freely on this one." said the chubby high school teacher softly, adjusting her somewhat oversized glasses. Ashley smiled, "Sounds liberating, doing something so taboo." Amy nodded, "Completely naked, on all fours, being walked like a bitch. Interesting. So public and yet so private." Veronica laughed, "Let's get it started." So Veronica placed the collars on the two women, and attached leashes to those collars. Finally the masks were put on. Ashley's pussy was absolutely soaked, there was something amazing depraved about this. She was in plain sight of the whole neighborhood, and yet felt incredibly unashamed. Her Mistress then put on a particularly hedonistic outfit, now looking like the role she had assumed over both cheerleaders. It looked extremely good on her, as it left little to the imagination. With both of the long leashes in one hand (and the strap-on in the other), Veronica led the two Slave-Sluts forward. Ashley felt a giddy sense of lewd excitement as she and Amy moved forward on their hands and knees as if they were Veronica's pets. Veronica went slow, not wanted to tax them. For a while they went forward, completely naked. Then Ashley suddenly let out a barking noise. "Aw, you are such a good little bitch." said Veronica, quickly following Ashley's lead. "That's a good doggy." Ashley was having a lot of lewd fun acting like this in front of her Mistress. She let out a tight bark of approval as Veronica gently patted her head. Amy followed suit. She growled slightly pretending to sense danger, and then started to bark. "Down girl!" said Veronica. So Amy and Ashley progressively acted more and more like dogs as Veronica led them down the street. Both women felt increasingly bolder in their horniness. The more animal-like they behaved, the horny they got. Soon they were sniffing Veronica's ass and pussy as if they were bitches in heat. It wasn't long before they were trying to lick Veronica, with their Mistress role-playing the disapproving owner. Veronica whispered to the two cheerleaders, "Play along." Veronica now fully embraced the part of an increasingly turned on dog owner, having trouble fighting her urges not to be fucked by her dogs. "You two need to behave right this instant! Bad, bad doggy!" Veronica said in mock-scolding. She then bent over, pretending to pick something up, presenting her asshole to Ashley. Ashley took the cue, barked once, and started to lick her Mistress's anus. Veronica exclaimed in faux surprise: "Oh! My! That felt....good. But...I mustn't." At that point, Amy bounded up and began to lick Veronica's clit. "Oh God! My dogs are turning me on! So....nice! But I mustn't let myself...well....maybe...so good!" Veronica was really enjoying this. Both Ashley and Amy continued to play the part of Veronica's disobedient dogs, and continued licking her. "I...must not....feels so good...so very good! I need...to be fucked....I need it now!" Veronica almost laughed out loud, though her arousal was definitely real. At that point, Veronica pretended to be a female pet owner submitting to her dogs. She tossed the strap-on to Ashley. Ashley caught on quickly, putting on the strap-on dildo. Now she embraced the new role Veronica had assigned her, and now plunged the dildo into Veronica's saliva-covered anus. "Oh God! My dog is fucking me so good! Oh YES! YES! FUCK ME! OH GOD THAT FEELS GOOD! Don't stop! Please don't stop! Yes! YES! FUCK ME GOOD, BECAUSE I'M YOUR BITCH!" Veronica had to tone down her voice as she didn't want to wake up the neighborhood, even as the role-playing and Ashley fucking her like a dog sent her into ecstasy. Finally she orgasmed explosively. Afterwards Veronica fed Ashley and Amy a series of chain-farts to sate their need for her gas. As soon as she collected her wits, Veronica realized that in those moments...Mistress and Slave-Slut had briefly switched roles...even if it was a pretend submission. "So what do we do now?" Asked Ashley. Veronica exhaled, and smiled, "We go back to your house, and I fuck you both senseless." Ashley nodded, and handed the strap-on back to her Mistress..........